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  2. BOOKS BY STUART WOODS
  3. Dedication
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  63. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  64. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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“You may think so. A few years ago I was working at a brokerage house, and I got mixed up in a transaction that went wrong. I took responsibility for my share of it and pled guilty to financial fraud. I did three years of a five-to-seven-year term. I was released in a program to reduce the prison population by paroling nonviolent, first-time offenders, and I was discharged from parole shortly thereafter. The whole episode was a major lapse in judgment and a moral failure on my part. Neither of those things is going to happen again.”

“Does the Lauren organization know about that?”

“Yes, I told them everything at my first interview, and they were very good about it. Now I’m a free man, very well employed, with a paid-for apartment and a good income. And my prospects are unlimited. I’m clean in every respect.” Well, he thought, in every respect but one: the cash from the raid on Laurence Hayward’s bank account, or, at least, what was left of it after Curly’s incursion.

“Thank you for being frank with me,” Brooke said. “I would have been shocked if I’d found out about it by other means.”

“I wouldn’t have wanted that. It’s why I told you.”

“I admire you for doing so.”

“Nothing to worry about in the future,” he said. “I’ll check with you before I rob any banks.”

She laughed. “You’d better!”

After lunch he walked her to her car, which was idling at the curb, and kissed her. “Dinner tomorrow night?”

“Not tonight?”

“There’s some unfinished business I have to take care of tonight.”

“With a woman?”

“There’s no woman with a claim on my time, except for my sister.”

“You have a good relationship?”

“We love each other—like sister and brother.”

“I’ll make you dinner tomorrow night, then. Come at seven.”

“I’ll look forward to it.” He put her into the back of the town car and waved her off, then went back to work.

All afternoon he thought about his evening, how it had to go. He checked the movie schedules and made his plan based on that. He had to be very, very careful. His future looked bright, if he could pull this off. If he didn’t, well . . .

That afternoon, he got two calls from Curly and ignored them both. He didn’t want to talk to him, and he erased all evidence of having received his calls. Curly would be there; he would want the money.

Butch intended to see that he got what was coming to him.

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